each to
its own
angle of repose
The Leaves
Pond In The Greenhouse
so much life
brewing in
still water
To Become Light Itself
for trees no need to be seen
just the splendor of being
is more than enough
At Smith Pond
the silvered
sky and lake
a mirror to memory
Water Dance
the current
is rockweed’s
favorite partner
Down The River
only water knows
the future that lies
around the bend
Along A Curving Bank
the preciousness
of August water
conserved
Wooden Lotus
risen and floating
the uprooted stump
blooms like a lily
Fishing
patience incarnate
stock still
until the strike
The Light We’ve Been Waiting For
nudging
the sleeping woods
awake
Rush
the wait is over
the water freed
spring unleashed
Summoning
colors gathering strength
invisible beneath
the browns of ground, bank and branch
Mallard In Shadows
a solitary swim
while dreaming of
this season’s monogamy
Below The Beaver Dam
even the stillness
stops
to catch up to itself
Still Open
the current
evading
cold’s hold
A Cold Quiet Descends
the marsh
enveloped in
stillness and shadow
Stay Afloat
be light and able
true to self
in the ever changing current
Sunrise
beam of light
reaching for heaven
reaching for us
The Brook Kaleidoscopes
the water, light and movement
an invitation to slip inside
the flow of things
Autumn Comes
leaves and water
trembling with the speed
of autumn’s changing colors
Commenced
a finger of light
touches the marsh
today awakens
Dreaming Goldenrod
sunshine to be picked
and put in a vase
sunshine a brush
painting the water
Linger Like The Light
in the ever moving stream
there are pools of calm
to be found
Winged Reverence
the cardinal bows
his head in prayer
blessing the bowl
and the water it holds
Watching Light Dance On The Water
deep in the quiet woods
by the unhurried water
my soul rejuvenates
Dreaming Green
the leaves and moss
the water and silt
an endless becoming
Changed But Still Open
to flow
like water over rock
through heartbreak and hardship
A Section Of Branch, Some Floating Lichen
in the swirl and blur of confusion
bits of clarity, be they small,
emerge as buoys
The Durability Of Change
the habit of the river
to turn again and again
from stillness to movement
Making Sense
amidst inversion and reflection
trees and leaves
still perceived